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Opening
The crystal cliffs stand frozen as dead stone. The School of Order sleeps, bound by distortion.
Crystal constructs guard its slumber. Time to wake it — or shatter them.
Ending
The blue light of Order flows through the cliffs once more.
Thea, the Crystal Eye, lowers her bow: "I never miss. Lead on."
The altar is lit — the cliffs awaken.




